Nothing can disrupt one’s silence
Nohing can injure one’s silence
Nothing can aggrieve one’s silence
For the silence is beyond disruption, injury, or aggrieving
All that disrupts
All that injures
All that aggrieves
Plays out on the stage of mind
Nothing can kill one’s buzz
Nothing can ground one’s kite
Unless buzz and kite
Have been mind drama all along
The sadhana that can be derailed
Is a sham sadhana
Unchallenged mind coopts all
And unchecked ego supplants God
Please, Lord, let ten thousand things
Unceasingly challenge my silence
For that which can be disrupted, injured, and aggrieved
Is that which must be extinguished
The silence flinches not
The silence prefers not
The silence offends not
The silence dims not
Beautiful… Exactly what I was telling Meg this morning 
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Did not know you were a poet too… Jim and is Karma are full of surprises lately 
Shamyama at work I guess.
Ummmm. be careful what you wish for… with Shamyama… you have no idea what is going to hit you and how hard… 
Ummmm. be careful what you wish for… with Shamyama… you have no idea what is going to hit you and how hard…
Lay it on me. All the way. The ego has infinite strategies for coopting sadhana, so I invite every molecule of the universe to highlite (and even sandblast) all that gunk away for me. PS-- it's fairly rotten poetry, actually, but the sincerity's there....
No, Jim - it’s beautiful. I’ve printed a copy.
It is really good Jim…
Thanks for sharing.
-Shanti.
If it helps, I’m happy. “Good” or not…pfft. Your kindness is appreciated, regardless of its channel.
I love it Jim!
Thanks for sharing this.
If poetry bonds me with silence - then that’s always about quality to me.
Yours did.
May all your Nows be Here
Yes, it’s a good poem Jim. If you want to read a bad poem check out that hash job I did on that pop song 
Twelve years later, I’d change this:
For that which can be disrupted, injured, and aggrieved
Is that which must be extinguished
to…
For that which can be disrupted, injured, and aggrieved
Is not who I truly am.
(No need to extinguish anything!)
Hello Jim
I looked for a thumbs up emoticon, then I remembered you don’t like emoticons anyway.
I like your poem and the change you’ve just made. A lot has happened in 12 years.
Amen 
what use is a well when all the land around is in flood
Even better:
For that which can be disrupted, injured, and aggrieved
Is that which must be seen as false.
It is false for the one who truly sees,
and it is not false for the one who feels disrupted, injured, and aggrieved.
That’s pretty much 180 degrees from the point I’m making with this poem. Which is fine; different strokes, etc!
the ones who truly see,light a flame for others to see the way .